Poem – Are You An Orc?

I see men and women that have become twisted by hate.
They have become deformed Orcs, standing at hells gate.

The things that cause suffering and despair.
Harm too many hearts … often beyond repair.

In each moment you have a choice.
To be an elf with a light and singing voice.

Or to allow the darkness to invade your soul.
And become something that others can control.

Do you know … to what you pray?
Elves pray to the light that is forever on display.

Orcs call out to blood and pain.
They do not know a prayer without personal gain.

I wish for a world where those in the light show the way.
I wish for those in darkness to be healed by the Fae.

What I know … is that I cannot do it all.
I am more ancient than an elf and I have watched humanity fall.

Regardless of what is yet to come.
I stand at my post and have never yet run.

Those that are ready will see my gate.
And when they are ready, the light will heal their hate.

~Suzanne Wagner~